A Winter Night

2001.02.06

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When the streetlamps turned on, I went out. In the heavy darkness, the orange gentle light could have been a heart-warming angel, but for the devil that drived me out. The rain was dropping from the murky vault of heaven, making sounds of disturbance. The neon-lights were, perhaps due to the scarcity of passersby, so dazzling that my eyes sored. Occasionally, some taxies came by and slowed down to see if I needed, which brought my straying mind to the variegate wet surface. Changing colors and pattens while I paced on, it brought me back, though not for a long spell, which was such a pity, to the pure and carefree childhood. Rememering the games we frolic kids played under the faint lamp, the lunchrooms lined along the streets, the crowd gathered on the bridge in a summer night, chattering petty everyday life, the shabby house, the happy people, all the gone years through which I had grown to such a sullen boy as walking alone at a night misted with drizzles, thinking over personal crises, made me feel worse.

A drink was necessary. When nothing can help to improve the situation,a man usually turns to alcohol, to spend the long long night, to prepare for tomorrow's strife. Thus I was on the way to a bar, when I met the angel of my life.

The next morning everything was fine. The sunshine so bright, the breeze so gentle, the way so strait.